Dawn of Day Six.
Dawn broke over the Town.
There had been no rain today; however the ground was still pretty wet from the storms that had raged over the last few Days. The sky was grey, the sun hidden by a heavy overcast, which meant that little warmth filtered though to the Town, and the breeze had a biting chill to it.
Inside the Tavern was a group of people who sat looking at the body that had been laid on the trestle table. The body’s once-handsome face had been marred by a crushing blow, surely immediately fatal.
“We’ll miss him.” said Dizzymrslizzy. “He put our feet on the right course.”
DiggitCamara, The Third Witch, a Town Mason, has been brutally slain.
Johnny Bravo glanced outside, where another body lay where it had fallen, the shape a distorted mix of human and wolf caught in the middle of a change, the face still recognisable despite the fangs and the lethal chest wound, delivered with some sort of knife. Meeko caught the movement and growled. “Indeed he did,” she said. “And there lie the fruits.”
DarkCookies, A Werewolf Goon, has been killed.
“Let’s lay poor Diggit to rest,” said LightFoot. “At least he won’t be animating like those others did.”
They rose, picked up the table and used it as a bier to carry the body to its last resting place. As they did, they passed under the barn, which bore one new inscription.
Wombat is dead or she is the SK - Luv, Cookie’s.
Returning to the Tavern, they prepared for another Day of debate.
Day Six begins now, and will end at 2:00pm EST on Thursday March 7[sup]th[/sup].